Like a ship going out to sea you will watch her grow smaller in the distance. And even if she calls to you, you will distance yourself too, maybe knowing somewhere in your mind you are unable to reach her because you were never helping in the first place.
After the storm had cleared I began to remember I was still myself. I was still the person I was before he left me.
You are not what either of you need. No one person can compel you into personal growth. That is part of the reason you broke up.
While you’re busy dwelling on what you want and what was, he’s busy moving forward and there’s no reason you should rub your own nose in that.
Going from and us, a we, a them…to an I, a me…singular and alone in the world is scary and frightening when you have no control over it.
It may feel like it was a waste of time. It wasn’t.
It stops short of anything grand or dramatic. We don’t get married. There are no children. You’re not by my bedside as I die.
It’s lonely because other people seem more adult; they check their own bumps and bruises without surprise that they are the only ones left who can do so.
Sometimes being single isn’t easy, and it only gets more difficult when you’re surrounded by friends who seem to think launching into worn out, dusty platitudes will somehow make a single lady feel better.
The routine of doing yoga every day let me take back some control, however small, while I navigated a situation I had never prepared for. While I may never shake my epilepsy, I can always turn to the peace and positivity offered by yoga no matter how difficult things may become.